My knuckles turn white from holding onto a foraged memory of an existence of what we used to call hope and it will shout into the void, echos of shadows that dance in the back of my brain that circumstance could not fore see that picture of us hanging from inside a two story house somewhere lost in rural California where white lace suffocated your skin and red silk flowed over the scars of my past lovers there is a smile that is shown under neath a cascade of fabric which displays a world in which you to could have wanted that white picked fence in the home we built in our dreams but reality is like a hurricane and eases all the evidence of what was once love

Growing up my parents were always selfish. They'd rather subsidize tasteful cars than their own child's education so they could prove worthy of societal thinking.
They'd rather finance love through glamorous things instead of investing in actual intimacy.

Maybe if loneliness wasn't my parental figure then this existential adult life wouldn't be spent in monotonous cognitive states

Melancholy
seeps in like a
phantom limb

desolation blinds and destroys

Wildfire inside

Sing To me I beg
deafen me
Shattered this emptiness
Rip away this loneliness
Replace her voice
Fill the void
Calm this ******* storm inside of me
Replace the part of me she took
Sooth my soul
Please

No longer do I fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can
no longer see the stars in my eyes
As long as they still choose to look
they will find them again

Love is
deliberate
Love is a
conscious decision

Are you even real,
I moan as I caress the ghost beside me
Before I drown in the loneliness of my sheets

To the girl
With fire
for hair
Animate my soul  
Burn away the loneliness